Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle